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 Hail mighty Marlborough, great Eugene, Thanks for your glorious toile; And 'mongst the best of Marshal men, Nassau and brave Argyle: Warriours in honours bed who lye, Whose fame shall ever spring, Take for reward perpetual joy; Whose great renown we sing: Mounsieur, Mounsieur, leave off Spain, To think to hold it is in vain, Thy Warriours are too few; Thy Martials must be new, Worse losses will ensue: Then without more ado Be wise, and strait call home, Petite Anjou.

Forty long years thou hast in gore Been dabling up and down; Seek now Imperial Crowns no more, But plot to save thy own: Sweden the buckler to thy arm, Fomenter of the war; Who kept thy blind Ambition warm, Flyes from the frozen Czar: Fill then a glass each Brittish heart, From this great Health let no one start; Here's to our happy Queen, To Marlborough and Eugene: And those that shortly mean, To wade the River Sein, 'Tis, 'tis a Cordial rare to cure the Spleen.